Archive for February, 2012

At a picnic outside Seattle two or three years back, a new friend seasoned a conversation by suggesting I might find Susan Howatch’s novels to provide some entertaining light reading.

Entertaining, in spades. Light, not for a minute.

Howatch stewards a strong novelist’s capacity to construct her characters, wielding this craft in combination with an uncanny sense for the intersection of those realities we abbreviate as ‘spiritual’ and ‘psychological’ that reside in and around her protagonists’ lives. (more…)


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El 9 de abril de 1945, se recuerda la muerte de Dietrich Bonhoeffer, quien en vida fue pastor y teólogo de la iglesia luterana de Alemania.

Este erudito, quien se ordenó y se doctoró a sus 21 años, escritor de varios libros; se le conoce por su coraje y compromiso cristiano.  Cuando la Iglesia Católica guardó silencio y las iglesias cristianas protestantes se mantuvieron al margen promoviendo la “neutralidad” ante el régimen tirano y déspota que pretendía levantar Hitler, Bonhoeffer consecuente con su discurso, levantó su voz. (more…)

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It’s difficult to imagine a more unlikely book concept. And *impossible* to absorb the luck of its timing.

Two novelists, quite unlike each other except for their deep-structure attachment to the Boston Red Sox, trade emails over the course of a 162-game baseball season, supplemented–dramatically, gorgeously, gloriously–by a post-season that must be acknowledged as one of the all-time finest moment in sports. (more…)

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My two Rhodesian Ridgebacks and one Labrador Retriever are no pushovers.

Even other varieties of highly regarded Canidae food have left them looking up at me over lightly rearranged bowls of food with that ‘Why have you turned against us again?’ look. (more…)

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With something like the explanatory potency of Genesis’ account of human origins, the story of the Hebrew slaves fleeing their ‘house of servitude’ in the book of Exodus strikes the hearer with stunning immediacy. We recognize our own terror in theirs, hemmed in by the sea ahead, besieged by the tromping of Egyptian boots, driven near to madness by the neighing of Egyptian horses behind them.

The Egyptians—all Pharaoh’s horses and chariots, horsemen and troops—pursued the Israelites and overtook them as they camped by the sea near Pi Hahiroth, opposite Baal Zephon. As Pharaoh approached, the Israelites looked up, and there were the Egyptians, marching after them. They were terrified and cried out to the LORD.

It is too familiar, this trapped-ness, these dashed hopes of freedom, these adrenaline regrets. (more…)

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